MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Since the murder. She was fine before that.	Not to worry. No signs of pathology in Nancy's EEG or pulse rate. I'd guess what we've got is a normal young girl who just happens to have gone through two days of hell.
Not to worry. No signs of pathology in Nancy's EEG or pulse rate. I'd guess what we've got is a normal young girl who just happens to have gone through two days of hell.	It's just made her think... her dreams are real...
What the hell are dreams, anyway?	Mysteries. Incredible body hookus pokus. Truth is we still don't know what they are or where they come from. As for nightmares... Did you know that in the last three years twenty Filipino refugees in California died in the middle of nightmares? Not from heart attacks, either. They just died.
You used me, daddy!	What the hell you doing going to school today, anyway -- your mother told me you didn't even sleep last night!
Looks like her boyfriend did it. Rod Lane. Musician type, arrests for brawling, dope --	Terrific. What the hell was she doing there?
Terrific. What the hell was she doing there?	She lived there.
She lived there.	I don't mean her --
Go even crazier?	I don't think you're going crazy -- and stop drinking that damn coffee!
I don't think you're going crazy -- and stop drinking that damn coffee!	Did you ask Daddy to have the hat examined?
Did you ask Daddy to have the hat examined?	I threw that filthy thing away -- I don't know what you're trying to prove with it, but --
Oh lawyers got fat and the judge got famous, but someone forgot to sign the search warrant in the right place, and Fred Krueger was free, just like that.	So he's alive?
Bunch of us parents tracked him down after they let him go. Found him in an old boiler room, just like before. Saw him lying there in that caked red and yellow sweater he always wore, drunk an' asleep with his weird knives by his side...	Go on...
How could somebody get under the covers with you guys without you knowing it?	How the fuck do I know? I don't expect you to believe me.
What you dream?	I dreamed about this guy in a dirty red and yellow sweater; I dream in color, y'know; he walked into the room I was in, right, right through the wall, like it was smoke or something, and just stared at me. Sort of... obscenely. Then he walked out through the wall on the other side. Like he'd just come to check me out...
What the hell you doing here?	Came to make up, no big deal. Your ma home?
Came to make up, no big deal. Your ma home?	Of course. What's that?
When did you have a nightmare?	Guys can have nightmares too, y'know. You ain't got a corner on the fucking market or something.
And if we have to go to Siberia...	I'll send you a muff.
I have paid the penalty. Now let's have some music.	Let's turn on the radio.
Let's turn on the radio.	Radio! What is radio?
Radio! What is radio?	It's a little box that you buy on the installment plan and before you tune it in they tell you they have a new model.
It's a little box that you buy on the installment plan and before you tune it in they tell you they have a new model.	Oh yes, yes. It has a little knob that turns... a little knob... it must be somewhere around here... yes... here... I see...
You're lawyers. How can you let this shit go by! Look! This? Nixon can't say this.	You did say it, sir.
You did say it, sir.	Never. I never said that about Jews!
Mr. President, I don't know what to say. As soon as we learned from the Secret Service you were en route, the Director was notified. He should be here any minute.	Where the hell is he?
Where the hell is he?	Uh, he's rushing back from his tennis game, sir ...
Uh, he's rushing back from his tennis game, sir ...	So ... let's go ...
So ... let's go ...	He told me to take you to his conference room.
He told me to take you to his conference room.	No. His office. I want a very private conversation. I don't want to be bugged.
No. His office. I want a very private conversation. I don't want to be bugged.	Then his office will be fine.
How's the job coming, Bob?	Frankly, sir, it stinks. I have no access. I'm lucky Helms lets me have a staff.
Frankly, sir, it stinks. I have no access. I'm lucky Helms lets me have a staff.	We'll see about that ...
We'll see about that ...	He's nervous, sir. He's heard you're looking for a new director.
He's nervous, sir. He's heard you're looking for a new director.	Well, he certainly isn't acting like it.
Well, he certainly isn't acting like it.	That's Helms. He's "sang froid," a world-class poker player.
That's Helms. He's "sang froid," a world-class poker player.	Yeah? Well, I own the fucking casino.
So, what about those Watergate clowns, John? This fuck Sirica's crazy. Thirty-five-year sentences! There were no weapons. Right? No injuries. There was no success! It's just ridiculous.	Sirica's just trying to force one of them to testify. But they're solid.
Sirica's just trying to force one of them to testify. But they're solid.	Then what about this Washington Post crap? Woodwind and Fernstein?
Mr. President, Hunt wants more money. Another hundred-and-thirty thousand.	Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch.	He says if he doesn't get it right away, he's going to blow us out of the water. And he means it. Ever since his wife died in the plane crash, he's been over the edge.
He says if he doesn't get it right away, he's going to blow us out of the water. And he means it. Ever since his wife died in the plane crash, he's been over the edge.	Pay him. Pay him what he wants.
I'm still not confident we can ride through this. Some people are going to have to go to jail. Hunt's not the only problem. Haldeman let me use the $350,000 cash fund in his safe to make the payments. Ehrlichman had a role, a big role, in the Ellsberg break-in. And I'm ... uh, I think it's time we begin to think in terms of cutting our losses.	You say, John, cut our losses and all the rest. But suppose the thing blows and they indict Bob and the others. Jesus, you'd never recover from that, John. It's better to fight it out instead, and not let people testify ...
You say, John, cut our losses and all the rest. But suppose the thing blows and they indict Bob and the others. Jesus, you'd never recover from that, John. It's better to fight it out instead, and not let people testify ...	Sir, I still don't think, uh, we can contain it anymore. There's a cancer on the presidency. And it's growing. With every day that ...
Sir, I still don't think, uh, we can contain it anymore. There's a cancer on the presidency. And it's growing. With every day that ...	Jesus, everything is a crisis among the upper intellectual types, the softheads. The average people don't think it's much of a crisis. For Christ's sake, it's not Vietnam ... no one's dying here. Isn't it ridiculous?
Jesus, everything is a crisis among the upper intellectual types, the softheads. The average people don't think it's much of a crisis. For Christ's sake, it's not Vietnam ... no one's dying here. Isn't it ridiculous?	I agree it's ridiculous but --
I agree it's ridiculous but --	I mean, who the hell cares about this penny-ante shit. Goldwater put it right. He said: "Well for Christ's sake, everybody bugs everybody else; we know that." ... It's the cover-up, not the deed that's really bad here. If only Mitchell could step up and take the brunt of it; give them the hors d'oeuvre and maybe they won't come back for the main course. That's the tragedy of all this. Mitchell's going to get it in the neck anyway. It's time he assumed some responsibility.
It's a code or something.	I figured that out.
I figured that out.	I think he means the Kennedy assassination.
I think he means the Kennedy assassination.	Yeah?
Yeah?	They went after Castro. In some crazy way it got turned on Kennedy. I don't think the "P" knows what happened, but he's afraid to find out. It's got him shitting peach pits.
They went after Castro. In some crazy way it got turned on Kennedy. I don't think the "P" knows what happened, but he's afraid to find out. It's got him shitting peach pits.	Christ, we created Frankenstein with those fucking Cubans.
Martha's an idiot, she'll do anything to get John's attention. If Mitchell'd been minding the store instead of that nut Martha we wouldn't have that kid Magruder runnin' some third-rate burglary! Was he smoking pot?	Mitchell?
Mitchell?	No! Magruder! That sonofabitch tests my Quaker patience to the breaking point.
McCord? ...	Find out what the hell he was doing at "CREEP." This could be trouble. These CIA guys don't miss a trick. This could be a set-up.
I don't have time for all this shit! Just handle it, Bob! Keep it out of the White House. What else? Kissinger's waiting -- he's gonna throw a tantrum again if I don't see him, threatening to quit ... again.	Well, sir ... it turns out -- one of the people implicated is still, you see, on our White House payroll.
Well, sir ... it turns out -- one of the people implicated is still, you see, on our White House payroll.	Who? Not another goddamn Cuban?
Goddamn! How long have we had this fucking dog?! Two years, he still doesn't come! We need a dog that looks happy when the press is around.	Well, he's photogenic. Let's try dog bones?
I like it. I like the idea.	Is it legal? I mean has anyone ever done it before?
Is it legal? I mean has anyone ever done it before?	Sure. Lyndon, JFK, FDR -- I mean, Truman cut the shit out of my investigation of Hiss back in '48.
Where's Hunt now?	In hiding. He sent Liddy to talk to me.
In hiding. He sent Liddy to talk to me.	And?
And?	He wants money.
He wants money.	Pay him.
Pay him.	Pay him? I told him to get out of the country. It's crazy to start ...
Pay him? I told him to get out of the country. It's crazy to start ...	What the hell are you doing, Ehrlichman? Screwing with the CIA? I don't care how much he wants -- pay him.
I would personally enjoy doing that, sir.	No, no. He's our only "star" right now. He'd go crying straight to the press. He'd crucify us -- the sonofabitch! Get someone from our staff on his ass. Tap his phones. I want to know everyone he talks to.
I don't know, I don't know ... I just know we've made too many enemies.	Sir, Bob and I are gonna have to testify before Earvin's committee.
Sir, Bob and I are gonna have to testify before Earvin's committee.	No, you're not! You're going to claim executive privilege and you're going to stonewall it all the way -- plead the Fifth Amendment. I don't give a shit. They can't force the President's people to testify.
No, you're not! You're going to claim executive privilege and you're going to stonewall it all the way -- plead the Fifth Amendment. I don't give a shit. They can't force the President's people to testify.	Executive privilege will make it look like we're covering up.
Executive privilege will make it look like we're covering up.	We are covering up! For some petty, stupid shit. There are things I can say -- when other people say them, they'd be lies. But when I say them nobody believes me anyway ...
... Y'know Al, if Hoover was alive none of this would've happened. He would've protected the President.	Mr. Hoover was a realist.
Mr. Hoover was a realist.	I trusted Mitchell. It was that damn big mouth wife of his.
I trusted Mitchell. It was that damn big mouth wife of his.	At least Mitchell stood up to it.
At least Mitchell stood up to it.	Not like the others -- Dean, McCord, the rest ... We never got our side of the story out, Al. People've forgotten. I mean: "Fuck you, Mr. President, fuck you Tricia, fuck you Julie!" and all that shit, just words, but what violence! The tear gassing, the riots, burning the draft cards, Black Panthers -- we fixed it, Al, and they hate me for it -- the double dealing bastards. They lionize that traitor, Ellsberg, for stealing secrets, but they jump all over me 'cause it's Nixon. ... They've always hated Nixon.
But O'Brien doesn't even use that office. The Democrats've moved to Miami. There's nothing there!	It was just a fishing expedition. Apparently it was their fourth attempt at the DNC.
It was just a fishing expedition. Apparently it was their fourth attempt at the DNC.	Their fourth!
Their fourth!	It's possible they were looking for evidence of an illegal Howard Hughes donation to the Democrats, so the Democrats couldn't make an issue of your Hughes money.
It's possible they were looking for evidence of an illegal Howard Hughes donation to the Democrats, so the Democrats couldn't make an issue of your Hughes money.	Contributions! It was a legal contribution. Who the hell authorized this? Colson?
He works for Colson. He used him on the Pentagon Papers. We're trying to figure out when he officially stopped being a White House consultant. After the arrest he dumped his wiretapping stuff into his White House safe.	Howard Hunt is working for the White House? No shit! This is goddamn Disneyland! Since when?
On the list of horribles, I know what he is. And I know what he tracks back to. You say he was involved in the Plumbers?	Definitely. Colson had him trying to break into Bremer's apartment after Bremer shot Wallace, to plant McGovern campaign literature.
Definitely. Colson had him trying to break into Bremer's apartment after Bremer shot Wallace, to plant McGovern campaign literature.	I had nothing to do with that. Was he ... in the Ellsberg thing?
I had nothing to do with that. Was he ... in the Ellsberg thing?	Yes, you approved it, sir.
Yes, you approved it, sir.	I did?
I did?	It was right after the Pentagon Papers broke. They went in to get his psychiatric records.
It was right after the Pentagon Papers broke. They went in to get his psychiatric records.	Fucking hell.
Fucking hell.	We were working on China.
We've got to turn off the FBI. You just go to the CIA, Bob, and tell Helms that Howard Hunt is blackmailing the President. Tell him that Hunt and his Cuban friends know too damn much, and if he goes public, it would be a fiasco for the CIA. He'll know what I'm talking about.	All right.
All right.	Play it tough. That's the way they play it and that's the way we're going to play it. Don't lie to Helms and say there's no involvement, but just say this is sort of a comedy of errors, bizarre, without getting into it. Say the President believes it's going to open up the whole Bay of Pigs thing again. Tell Helms he should call the FBI, call Pat Gray, and say that we wish for the sake of the country -- don't go any further into this hanky-panky, period!
Play it tough. That's the way they play it and that's the way we're going to play it. Don't lie to Helms and say there's no involvement, but just say this is sort of a comedy of errors, bizarre, without getting into it. Say the President believes it's going to open up the whole Bay of Pigs thing again. Tell Helms he should call the FBI, call Pat Gray, and say that we wish for the sake of the country -- don't go any further into this hanky-panky, period!	The Bay of Pigs? ... That was Kennedy's screw-up. How does that threaten us?
The Bay of Pigs? ... That was Kennedy's screw-up. How does that threaten us?	Just do what I say, Bob.
Just do what I say, Bob.	Yes, sir, but ... do you think Gray'll go for it?
Yes, sir, but ... do you think Gray'll go for it?	Pat Gray'll do anything we ask him. That's why I appointed him.
Pat Gray'll do anything we ask him. That's why I appointed him.	He'll need a pretext. He'll never figure one out for himself.
He'll need a pretext. He'll never figure one out for himself.	Christ, you're right -- Gray makes Jerry Ford look like Mozart. Just have Helms call him. Helms can scare anybody.
Christ, you're right -- Gray makes Jerry Ford look like Mozart. Just have Helms call him. Helms can scare anybody.	The only problem with that, sir -- it gets us into obstruction of justice.
The only problem with that, sir -- it gets us into obstruction of justice.	It's got nothing to do with justice. It's national security.
It's got nothing to do with justice. It's national security.	How is this national security?
How is this national security?	Because the President says it is. My job is to protect this country from its enemies, and its enemies are inside the walls.
I suppose you thought the Presidency was above this sort of thing.	Sir?
Sir?	This isn't a "moral" issue, Bob. We have to keep our enemies at bay or our whole program is gonna go down the tubes. The FBI is filled with people who are pissed that I put Gray in and not one of their own. Vietnam, China, the Soviet Union: when you look at the big picture, Bob, you'll see we're doing a hell of a lotta good in this world. Let's not screw it up with some shit-ass, third-rate burglary.

Since the murder. She was fine before that.

Not to worry. No signs of pathology in Nancy's EEG or pulse rate. I'd guess what we've got is a normal young girl who just happens to have gone through two days of hell.

It's just made her think... her dreams are real...

What the hell are dreams, anyway?

Mysteries. Incredible body hookus pokus. Truth is we still don't know what they are or where they come from. As for nightmares... Did you know that in the last three years twenty Filipino refugees in California died in the middle of nightmares? Not from heart attacks, either. They just died.

You used me, daddy!

What the hell you doing going to school today, anyway -- your mother told me you didn't even sleep last night!

Looks like her boyfriend did it. Rod Lane. Musician type, arrests for brawling, dope --

Terrific. What the hell was she doing there?

She lived there.

I don't mean her --

Go even crazier?

I don't think you're going crazy -- and stop drinking that damn coffee!

Did you ask Daddy to have the hat examined?

I threw that filthy thing away -- I don't know what you're trying to prove with it, but --

Oh lawyers got fat and the judge got famous, but someone forgot to sign the search warrant in the right place, and Fred Krueger was free, just like that.

So he's alive?

Bunch of us parents tracked him down after they let him go. Found him in an old boiler room, just like before. Saw him lying there in that caked red and yellow sweater he always wore, drunk an' asleep with his weird knives by his side...

Go on...

How could somebody get under the covers with you guys without you knowing it?

How the fuck do I know? I don't expect you to believe me.

What you dream?

I dreamed about this guy in a dirty red and yellow sweater; I dream in color, y'know; he walked into the room I was in, right, right through the wall, like it was smoke or something, and just stared at me. Sort of... obscenely. Then he walked out through the wall on the other side. Like he'd just come to check me out...

What the hell you doing here?

Came to make up, no big deal. Your ma home?

Of course. What's that?

When did you have a nightmare?

Guys can have nightmares too, y'know. You ain't got a corner on the fucking market or something.

And if we have to go to Siberia...

I'll send you a muff.

I have paid the penalty. Now let's have some music.

Let's turn on the radio.

Radio! What is radio?

It's a little box that you buy on the installment plan and before you tune it in they tell you they have a new model.

Oh yes, yes. It has a little knob that turns... a little knob... it must be somewhere around here... yes... here... I see...

You're lawyers. How can you let this shit go by! Look! This? Nixon can't say this.

You did say it, sir.

Never. I never said that about Jews!

Mr. President, I don't know what to say. As soon as we learned from the Secret Service you were en route, the Director was notified. He should be here any minute.

Where the hell is he?

Uh, he's rushing back from his tennis game, sir ...

So ... let's go ...

He told me to take you to his conference room.

No. His office. I want a very private conversation. I don't want to be bugged.

Then his office will be fine.

How's the job coming, Bob?

Frankly, sir, it stinks. I have no access. I'm lucky Helms lets me have a staff.

We'll see about that ...

He's nervous, sir. He's heard you're looking for a new director.

Well, he certainly isn't acting like it.

That's Helms. He's "sang froid," a world-class poker player.

Yeah? Well, I own the fucking casino.

So, what about those Watergate clowns, John? This fuck Sirica's crazy. Thirty-five-year sentences! There were no weapons. Right? No injuries. There was no success! It's just ridiculous.

Sirica's just trying to force one of them to testify. But they're solid.

Then what about this Washington Post crap? Woodwind and Fernstein?

Mr. President, Hunt wants more money. Another hundred-and-thirty thousand.

Son of a bitch.

He says if he doesn't get it right away, he's going to blow us out of the water. And he means it. Ever since his wife died in the plane crash, he's been over the edge.

Pay him. Pay him what he wants.

I'm still not confident we can ride through this. Some people are going to have to go to jail. Hunt's not the only problem. Haldeman let me use the $350,000 cash fund in his safe to make the payments. Ehrlichman had a role, a big role, in the Ellsberg break-in. And I'm ... uh, I think it's time we begin to think in terms of cutting our losses.

You say, John, cut our losses and all the rest. But suppose the thing blows and they indict Bob and the others. Jesus, you'd never recover from that, John. It's better to fight it out instead, and not let people testify ...

Sir, I still don't think, uh, we can contain it anymore. There's a cancer on the presidency. And it's growing. With every day that ...

Jesus, everything is a crisis among the upper intellectual types, the softheads. The average people don't think it's much of a crisis. For Christ's sake, it's not Vietnam ... no one's dying here. Isn't it ridiculous?

I agree it's ridiculous but --

I mean, who the hell cares about this penny-ante shit. Goldwater put it right. He said: "Well for Christ's sake, everybody bugs everybody else; we know that." ... It's the cover-up, not the deed that's really bad here. If only Mitchell could step up and take the brunt of it; give them the hors d'oeuvre and maybe they won't come back for the main course. That's the tragedy of all this. Mitchell's going to get it in the neck anyway. It's time he assumed some responsibility.

It's a code or something.

I figured that out.

I think he means the Kennedy assassination.

Yeah?

They went after Castro. In some crazy way it got turned on Kennedy. I don't think the "P" knows what happened, but he's afraid to find out. It's got him shitting peach pits.

Christ, we created Frankenstein with those fucking Cubans.

Martha's an idiot, she'll do anything to get John's attention. If Mitchell'd been minding the store instead of that nut Martha we wouldn't have that kid Magruder runnin' some third-rate burglary! Was he smoking pot?

Mitchell?

No! Magruder! That sonofabitch tests my Quaker patience to the breaking point.

McCord? ...

Find out what the hell he was doing at "CREEP." This could be trouble. These CIA guys don't miss a trick. This could be a set-up.

I don't have time for all this shit! Just handle it, Bob! Keep it out of the White House. What else? Kissinger's waiting -- he's gonna throw a tantrum again if I don't see him, threatening to quit ... again.

Well, sir ... it turns out -- one of the people implicated is still, you see, on our White House payroll.

Who? Not another goddamn Cuban?

Goddamn! How long have we had this fucking dog?! Two years, he still doesn't come! We need a dog that looks happy when the press is around.

Well, he's photogenic. Let's try dog bones?

I like it. I like the idea.

Is it legal? I mean has anyone ever done it before?

Sure. Lyndon, JFK, FDR -- I mean, Truman cut the shit out of my investigation of Hiss back in '48.

Where's Hunt now?

In hiding. He sent Liddy to talk to me.

And?

He wants money.

Pay him.

Pay him? I told him to get out of the country. It's crazy to start ...

What the hell are you doing, Ehrlichman? Screwing with the CIA? I don't care how much he wants -- pay him.

I would personally enjoy doing that, sir.

No, no. He's our only "star" right now. He'd go crying straight to the press. He'd crucify us -- the sonofabitch! Get someone from our staff on his ass. Tap his phones. I want to know everyone he talks to.

I don't know, I don't know ... I just know we've made too many enemies.

Sir, Bob and I are gonna have to testify before Earvin's committee.

No, you're not! You're going to claim executive privilege and you're going to stonewall it all the way -- plead the Fifth Amendment. I don't give a shit. They can't force the President's people to testify.

Executive privilege will make it look like we're covering up.

We are covering up! For some petty, stupid shit. There are things I can say -- when other people say them, they'd be lies. But when I say them nobody believes me anyway ...

... Y'know Al, if Hoover was alive none of this would've happened. He would've protected the President.

Mr. Hoover was a realist.

I trusted Mitchell. It was that damn big mouth wife of his.

At least Mitchell stood up to it.

Not like the others -- Dean, McCord, the rest ... We never got our side of the story out, Al. People've forgotten. I mean: "Fuck you, Mr. President, fuck you Tricia, fuck you Julie!" and all that shit, just words, but what violence! The tear gassing, the riots, burning the draft cards, Black Panthers -- we fixed it, Al, and they hate me for it -- the double dealing bastards. They lionize that traitor, Ellsberg, for stealing secrets, but they jump all over me 'cause it's Nixon. ... They've always hated Nixon.

But O'Brien doesn't even use that office. The Democrats've moved to Miami. There's nothing there!

It was just a fishing expedition. Apparently it was their fourth attempt at the DNC.

Their fourth!

It's possible they were looking for evidence of an illegal Howard Hughes donation to the Democrats, so the Democrats couldn't make an issue of your Hughes money.

Contributions! It was a legal contribution. Who the hell authorized this? Colson?

He works for Colson. He used him on the Pentagon Papers. We're trying to figure out when he officially stopped being a White House consultant. After the arrest he dumped his wiretapping stuff into his White House safe.

Howard Hunt is working for the White House? No shit! This is goddamn Disneyland! Since when?

On the list of horribles, I know what he is. And I know what he tracks back to. You say he was involved in the Plumbers?

Definitely. Colson had him trying to break into Bremer's apartment after Bremer shot Wallace, to plant McGovern campaign literature.

I had nothing to do with that. Was he ... in the Ellsberg thing?

Yes, you approved it, sir.

I did?

It was right after the Pentagon Papers broke. They went in to get his psychiatric records.

Fucking hell.

We were working on China.

We've got to turn off the FBI. You just go to the CIA, Bob, and tell Helms that Howard Hunt is blackmailing the President. Tell him that Hunt and his Cuban friends know too damn much, and if he goes public, it would be a fiasco for the CIA. He'll know what I'm talking about.

All right.

Play it tough. That's the way they play it and that's the way we're going to play it. Don't lie to Helms and say there's no involvement, but just say this is sort of a comedy of errors, bizarre, without getting into it. Say the President believes it's going to open up the whole Bay of Pigs thing again. Tell Helms he should call the FBI, call Pat Gray, and say that we wish for the sake of the country -- don't go any further into this hanky-panky, period!

The Bay of Pigs? ... That was Kennedy's screw-up. How does that threaten us?

Just do what I say, Bob.

Yes, sir, but ... do you think Gray'll go for it?

Pat Gray'll do anything we ask him. That's why I appointed him.

He'll need a pretext. He'll never figure one out for himself.

Christ, you're right -- Gray makes Jerry Ford look like Mozart. Just have Helms call him. Helms can scare anybody.

The only problem with that, sir -- it gets us into obstruction of justice.

It's got nothing to do with justice. It's national security.

How is this national security?

Because the President says it is. My job is to protect this country from its enemies, and its enemies are inside the walls.

I suppose you thought the Presidency was above this sort of thing.

Sir?

This isn't a "moral" issue, Bob. We have to keep our enemies at bay or our whole program is gonna go down the tubes. The FBI is filled with people who are pissed that I put Gray in and not one of their own. Vietnam, China, the Soviet Union: when you look at the big picture, Bob, you'll see we're doing a hell of a lotta good in this world. Let's not screw it up with some shit-ass, third-rate burglary.